Más Vale Cholo
Paseaba en la troca con quemacococos
Parqueamos la wawa y le tocamos al Loco
Que siempre jala con sus compadres
Se jala temprano para echar desmadres
Salió de su casa, saco de lana
Zapato blanco y pantalón de pana
Así yo me visto si me da la gana
Mejor no te metas donde nadie te llama
Nos fuimos temprano hacia el reventón
y nos encontramos a mi hermano Ramón
Que me invitaba de su cerveza, mientras me comentaba
¡Que buena está la fiesta!
Ahí conocimos a unas muchachas
Que no estaban buenas ni tampoco estaban gachas
Y las mandamos a hacer la fila
para que nos sirvieran varios tequilas
The party was plenty full of narcos
was plenty full of grass shit and plenty full of guarros
Todos en coches blindados
¡Totototodos tomados y todos bien armados!
Loco bebió hasta perder el control
se puso a rapear como el pendejo de Caló
y nos gritaron malditos pochos
nos descriminaron por venir en bochos
Le dije men ya estás muy pasado
más vale cholo que mal acompañado
No se pelien men, no se pelien
Para poder peliarse hay que saber con quien men
La arrabalera estaba hasta el recubeque
quería pagarle a la mafia con un cheque
Nos presumían de sus ropitas
Mientras que el loco les bajaba a sus chiquitas
Rolando harinazos me dijo algún idiota
Que se refería a mi amigo el trota
El Loco le dijo ¡Hey! Ten cuidado con Edmundo
You better keep your mouth shut o mato a todo el mundo
Se armaron los plomazos y los trancazos
¡Pow pow! qué buenos catorrazos
Y les gritaba a todos pecho tierra
Mientras les comentaba: ¡Qué buena está la guerra!
Tito me dijo ese güero mariquete
Me estaba amenazando con su 357
Un enano bigotón, hijo de la chingada
me estaba amenazando con lanzarme su granada
Llegó el momento de hacer la retirada
aaahhh, esta puerta está cerrada
Tuvimos que escapar por la puerta principal
Y le dije a mi chofer que me dejara manejar
Le dije men ya estás muy pasado
Y él me dijo: "no problemo, este bocho está tocado"
No se balien men, no se balien
Para poder baliarse hay que saber con quien man
Better Cholo
I was riding in the truck with a sunroof
We park the wawa and play the Crazy
Who always pulls with his compadres
He pulls out early to go on a rampage
He left his house, woolen sack
White shoe and corduroy pants
This is how I dress if I feel like it
Better not go where no one calls you
We left early for the blowout
and we met my brother Ramón
He invited me to have his beer, while he told me
How good the party is!
There we met some girls
They weren't good and they weren't bad either.
And we send them to line up
so that they could serve us several tequilas
The party was plenty full of narcos
was plenty full of grass shit and plenty full of dirt
All in armored cars
All taken and all well armed!
Crazy man drank until he lost control
He started rapping like that asshole from Caló
and they yelled at us damn pochos
They discriminated against us for coming in bochos
I told him men you are already very past
better cholo than bad company
Don't fight men, don't fight
To be able to fight you have to know who you are with
The suburb was up to the recubeque
I wanted to pay the mafia with a check
They showed us off about their clothes
While the crazy man took down his little girls
Rolando Harinazos told me some idiot
Which was referring to my friend the jogger
The Fool told him Hey! Be careful with Edmundo
You better keep your mouth shut or I kill everyone
The blows and the blows were armed
Pow pow! what a good chat
And he shouted at everyone chest
While I commented to them: How good war is!
Tito told me that güero faggot
He was threatening me with his 357
A mustachioed dwarf, son of a bitch
He was threatening to throw his grenade at me.
The time has come to withdraw
aaahhh, this door is closed
We had to escape through the front door
And I told my driver to let me drive.
I told him men you are already very past
And he told me: "no problem, this hole is touched"
Don't dance men, don't dance
To be able to dance you have to know who you're with
Escrita por: Ismael Tito Fuentes De Garay / Javier de la Cueva / Miguel Angel Huidobro Preciado